Sometimes you have to give up on your dreams.  Sometimes they simply aren’t attainable.  Sometimes you have to find new dreams to chase, and you have to make those dreams yours.

You also have to decide if healing is worth the effort, or if you might as well walk through life bleeding and broken.  Sometimes I’m not sure.  I’m used to my pain.  I’m used to my hurt.  It’s not that I don’t want to be healthy, but it’s that I’m not sure I have the energy to begin to figure out how to get healthy.  And I’ve already decided to make big life choices that coincide with my brokenness instead of walking a path of hopeful healing.

Life doesn’t work out perfectly in the end, with the perfect guy, perfect life, perfect family.  Life is not Twilight.